How I became a pornographer – part 2

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How I became a pornographer – part 2So Saturday dawned and I eagerly skipped down to the kitchen when I heard my mother cooking breakfast. She was in her dressing gown and her curlers were in. She handed me a plate of bacon, eggs, toast and beans. The she fixed herself a cup of coffee and gave me a glass of milk (she said I was too young for coffee still). Sitting down with me at the table she told me what the days schedule would be. After breakfast she would go up to the bedroom and get ready – she said it would take her at least an hour. I was to set up lights in the living room and get all the film and camera gear we would need. She explained that we would be doing hundreds of exposures and we would be taking frequent breaks, but expect at least four hours to complete the shoot. As it was ‘off season’ the camera store was not open so we didn’t have to worry about interruptions.So, I eagerly set about the task of bringing up the lights and equipment from the studio. I then set about trying to set up the gear properly, which was a challenge with all the furniture already in the room. Just as I plugged in the last light I heard my mother calling me. I ran up stairs and Mom asked me to come into her bedroom.She was dressed in a short black, classic ‘french-maid’ outfit complete with small frilly white cap and apron. Her breasts were popping out of the low cut top and I could not stop staring at them. She bahis firmaları smiled and called my attention to her legs. She lifted up her skirt six inches and showed off her stocking tops. She asked me if they looked ‘OK’ or should she change them for ‘fishnets’ ? I carefully looked at her high heeled, black nylon clad legs while she span around to show me the back and inquired if the seams were straight ? This was the moment when I developed my love for fully fashioned nylons ! I was in love with her legs and always will be. I quickly shifted my newly sprung erection, in an attempt to hide it, while I told her I thought she looked great !She gave me a little knowing smile and inquired if I would be able to perform what was expected. She went on to explain that she had been modeling for many years and she knew what posses worked and what didn’t. When she struck a particular pose it was my job to get myself into the right position, just like Dad used to and take what she called a ‘cheeky’ photo. If I needed to adjust her clothing to improve the shot, I could either ask her to do it or do it myself. I was to get lots of close ups, as that was what they liked and what ever I do – make sure the exposure and focus is right ! So with those words of encouragement she kissed my forehead – giving me a great view of her tits, which I made a mental note to capture on film with all the skill I possess. We went kaçak iddaa down stairs.Mom was true to her word, when she got in front of the lights and I was ready with the camera she became the perfect model. Her first pose was just her slightly bending over with her legs together, holding a feather duster over the coffee table. My first shot was full on frontal looking down her blouse. As I snapped my shots, zooming in ever closer and closer, I became enthralled with those beautiful white mounds of joy – that I had secretly squeezed the day before. I then went around the back and took some shots of mom’s gorgeous ass and legs. As I clicked away with my SLR, manual-wind camera (these were the old days !) mom pulled her skirt up a little higher, but not enough for me to see the tops of her stockings. So I laid down on the floor for a better angle and was rewarded with a shot looking way up her skirt ! Oh boy it was glorious, I was in heaven.I took my time as I snapped away trying hard for a glimpse of her panties, but it was a little too dark up there. She slowly pulled her skirt higher and higher as if anticipating what I was looking for. Then my heart stopped for a moment . She was wearing flimsy, white, nylon knickers that were almost see-through, her ass looked amazing in them ! I wondered ‘was I going to actually see my moms pussy today’ ? Those transparent panties hinted I might.She decided to change kaçak bahis her pose and squatted next to the table still holding the duster – she’s a professional. I was now able to stand up and get a better look down her blouse. As I’m taking the pictures of her she changes her expression to a wry smile and with a glimmer in her eye, she pulled her blouse top down very slowly. I was mesmerized as the curves of white flesh became more exposed. She had no bra on, I could see the very edge of her brown nipples. Then, suddenly, both nipples were in full view and she was squeezing her large boobs together to enhance her cleavage even more. I was snapping away like a crazy man, brackets, boy.I then lowered my camera to floor level as she spread her knees slightly apart. I was looking up her dress again. But as I focused the shot I saw a problem. Mom’s stocking tops weren’t even anymore and it looked odd to me. I put the camera down and put my hands on her leg. As I ran them up her stocking straitening it, I felt an ecstatic-electric tingle run through my fingers. I still get that feeling today when I touch a nylon-clad leg.After a few more shots Mom called for a break. I needed it ! We had been at it for an hour already. Time goes by fast when your having fun :-}I took the film we had shot to the darkroom dad had built upstairs. I locked the door . My cock was so hard I had to have a wank and wank I did. It was explosive and very quick making my whole body shudder and tremble. After a few minutes of trying to get my heart beat and breathing under control, I set about developing the film I had just shot. My erection returned……

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